Page 115 of Timelessly Ours
His breath is on my neck. “I’m sorry I added that word when I said you were my date.”
Despite his dominating actions, there’s enough regret in his voice that I believe it.
“It was unnecessary,” he adds, his fingers lifting the tulle of my skirt. “I don’t know why I said it.” He reaches the hem of the dress and lifts slowly, stroking my inner thigh, making me shudder. “But I am so fucking glad I did.”
I turn my head to the side and he meets me there. “Because now I know you want this too.”
“Royce,” I whine, panic in my voice when I hear a door swinging in the distance and footsteps. But then they fade out.
He shushes me. “Tell you what. If you’re not wet for me right now, then I’ll fix your skirt, fluff out your hair, and walk you right back into that ballroom.”
I swallow.
“But if you are…” He licks my earlobe. “Then I’m holding onto my promise and we’re going to walk back in there and you’re going to be the woman I’m fucking falling for. Got it?”
I nod.
“Good. Because I don’t only want you as my date tonight. Starting with your brother tomorrow, I’m telling people the truth about us.”
“About us?”
“That I’m crazy about you.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I cry softly. “I’m a mess.”
He slides his fingers around my waist and dips under my soaked panties. Swiping one finger between my thighs, he hisses. “No. You’re wet. Put your palms against the wall, honey.”
I gasp out. “We can’t.”
“The longer you wait, the more likely we’ll get caught. Now do it.”
I press against the wall with the fancy ornate paper as he slides my panties down my legs. “Step out of them.” I do and he picks them up, shoving them in his pocket. “Good girl.”
I hear him undo his buckle before lifting my dress from behind and yanking my hips up for better access.
I push out shamelessly.
Bringing his hand back around, he rubs tantalizing circles on my clit, making me wetter, getting me ready to take all of him.
I writhe with anticipation. With a need, I didn’t know I was capable of.
“You’re dynamite. A goddess that no one in this fucking building will ever live up to. You’re the treasure I was lucky enough to find first.”
He dusts a kiss over my neck and positions the head of his cock at my entrance. “You’re mine. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you. It’s why no one else came close to pleasuring you in the past. You’ve always belonged to me.”
With one hard thrust, he’s inside me, sliding his hand over my mouth and letting me bite down on his index finger. “And I’m yours,” he grits. “I’m yours in every way.”
Holy shit. He’s tearing me apart in the most delicious way with every thrust, every word and I’m already so close, I’m going to scream.
“Not yet,” he growls.
“But I’m so close.”
“I’m not letting you come until you say it. Claim me the way I’m claiming you.”
“You’re—you're mine,” I whimper out.
Another hard thrust. “And you’re going to go back in there and make sure everyone knows it.”